Page 113 of Fatal Intent

“Let’s get back to work.” Seth returned to the sheets of paper on the wall and filled in the MO of the deaths.

Rayne scooped up her laptop and started researching the group of men who’d gone off the grid. By the time she finished, Seth announced it was time to leave for the Bowens’ residence.

Soon, the operatives’ caravan made its way to the farming community where Grant grew up. They parked in front of the house and walked to the front door to ring the bell.

Isabella opened the door. Her lips curled. “So, we’re trying this again, huh?” She stepped back and motioned for them to come inside. While leading them to the kitchen, Grant’s sister glanced at him. “You look like you’re recovering fast.”

Rayne frowned. “Looks can be deceiving.”

Grant squeezed her hand.

Yeah, she got it. Don’t admit you’re injured. Rayne didn’t see the need for secrecy. After all, Grant’s sister knew he’d been shot. What did it matter if he admitted he wasn’t as pain free as he appeared?

Isabella looked at him more carefully this time. “You always were good at hiding things. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry you were injured, and I’m glad it’s not as serious as Dad’s injury.”

“How is he?”

“Improving slowly. He might go to a regular room tomorrow.”

“Who is keeping watch at the hospital?”

“Some guy named Eli. He switches off with this really intense dude named Jon.”

Rayne and the rest of the operatives exchanged glances. It had to be Eli Wolfe and Jon Smith, two tough as nails Navy SEALs. Jon’s skill as a sniper was better than Teagan’s and Donovan’s. In fact, the only sniper Rayne knew who was in the same class as Jon was Alex Morgan, the sniper from the Durango team. No one wanted to meet Jon or Alex in a dark alley. You wouldn’t come out the winner.

“Who’s watching over the rest of the family?”

Isabella frowned. “No one. We know the danger exists. We’ll be careful. In fact, all of us are staying here on the farm until the police find the shooter. We’ll watch over each other.”

“That’s not good enough, Izzy.”

“Has to be. We don’t want someone dogging our steps and watching our every move.”

“That’s what Dad said, and look where he is now.”

“Low blow, Grant.”

“It’s the truth, and you know it.”

“We’ll be fine. Worry about yourself and your friends.” She stalked ahead of the Fortress operatives.

“Easy, Grant,” Seth murmured. “They’re allowed to refuse our help, no matter how foolish the decision might be. Several of our family members made the same choice.”

Including Rayne’s mother. She prayed they’d catch up with Donovan Vance before he targeted anyone else.

When they entered the large farmhouse kitchen, Grant’s mother turned away from the counter where she’d been mixing something in a large bowl. She gave the group a tired smile. “Welcome back. Hopefully, this time we can eat our meal in peace.” Her smile faded as she looked at Grant. “You’re hurting.”

He flinched. “I’m fine. The doc fixed me up and sent me on my way.”

She rolled her eyes. “Bowens are not known for playing the sick card. I imagine your injury is worse than you admit.”

Grant shrugged.

“That’s what I thought.” She turned back to the counter. “Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes.”

Since going outside wasn’t an option, all the men teamed up with the kids who wanted to play video games. Seth’s team came out the winner of the fast and furious tournament.

After Helen announced dinner was ready, the kids cheered and rushed toward the kitchen.